Tuesday, September 15, 2009

No Dad Should Have to go Through This

I was the first officer on scene for this accident, less than a minute after it happened. I never want to see anything like that again but I can't stop seeing it. I doubt that Tommy's Dad or the two year-old twins who were in the backseat can stop seeing it either. Fortunately, for me anyway, these folks are great at what they do, which is just listen. I told you it was going to be a long summer.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Why You Wanna be Like That?

My wife finally, after about two years, got a job. A real, honest-to-goodness, 40 hours per week, health benefits included, job. Great, congratulations. So, while she's been off playing Crazy Joe at Eastside High, I've been playing Mr Mom. Waking with the Amish, making breakfast, lunch and dinner (and actually cooking all three), making trips to WalPurgis-Mart and Th' Eagle, getting smiled at by ladies who look at me like I'm going to steal their purses and drown their kids at the same time regardless of the fact that I'm 'with child' myself, and learning that the best time for a nap is right after lunch and for as long as possible. Which is why it's all the more disheartening for me to slowly come to the realization that my wife has a nickname. All day long as I cook, clean, shop and entertain I get to hear, "Where's Mo-ma?" That's right, "Where's Mo-ma?" Not "Thanks, Dad" or "I love you, Dad" or "Dad you rock and I don't know what me and mom would have done for the last two years if you hadn't kept slogging away at your job while at the same time giving up your guitar and your mountain biking and your dreams of traveling while still in your thirties." Nope. None of that. Just over and over, "Where's Mo-ma?" I think I may have to re-evaluate my relationship with daughter.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

On the Daddy Tip #10

This is what the Feast of Father Sorin is all about:
The football, not the cars (It's close to primary day and the people running for ward representative have been driving around with those old school loud speaker cars. Very O Brother Where Art Thou, to say the least.). It is also the only time I can start drinking at 3:30 pm and have my wife not care. Much. If you only imbibe approximately 12 or 13 (depending on if it's a bowl year) times a year like I do, I assume you want everything as perfect as possible. If that's the case and you must get your Irish on please, respect the cascade:
Take the can of Guinness out of the fridge and let it sit for at least the time it takes to drink two martini's. Take my word for it, almost room temp Guinness is better tasting than you think. Also, don't touch the glass for another ten minutes after the cascade has stopped. Give your Guinness some personal space and once it trusts you it will fulfill your desires. I'd like to thank my wife for making this post possible. When I reminded her that it was Feast day she only rolled her eyes a little. And she even took our daughter out for a while, so Daddy could get drunk in peace. Although I do feel the need to blame her for leaving me alone with Cuisinart blades:
I'll leave it to you to make the leap from Notre Dame Football to Guinness to Cuisinart. Bon chance.